The Valar Guild
October 8, 2007
Written for the Tenth Anniversary of the Valar Guild
"What a silly name for them. They do nothing."
Faramir giggled. "They do so. Nana says they take care of Middle-earth and us and the stars and my dog and your horse and - "
"Stop it!" Boromir held his hands over his ears. When Faramir stopped
speaking and was looking at his toes, Boromir said, "Ada says they do
nothing. They were great a long, long time ago, but they are tired now
and don't do nothing."
"Do not do anything," Nanny corrected him.
"See! Even nanny agrees. They don't do nothing."
"Boromir! I do not agree. I was simply correcting your grammar. We
stand and keep silent for a moment before our meals. That is in respect
to the Valar, as our ancestors did before us."
"Nana says we are Elf-friends. Elves love the Valar, don't they, Nanny?"
"They do not!" Boromir interrupted. "They left the Valar and started
their own place. Hoy!" He jumped up, shouting in glee. "Let's start our
"Boromir!" Nanny stood and took Boromir's arm. "We are being quiet. Your mother is not feeling well."
Boromir shrugged. "Sorry. Can we go outside?"
"Only as far as the White Tree. I do not want to see you near the parapet. Do you understand?"
Boromir sighed. "We can't go into Nana's gardens. It won't be any fun
if we can't go to the parapet." He sat down in frustration.
"Let's go to the kitchen, Boromir! We can make our own place in the
cupboards. Maybe we can find an Elf and have him join us."
"There are no such things as Elves."
"There are! There are! There are!" Faramir cried. "Nanny," he turned, tears streaming down his face, "There are Elves!"
"Aye! As long as your mother lives, there are Elves and Valar, Faramir!"
And Hooray that there is still The Valar Guild… long may it run… even longer than Finduilas! Happy 10th Anniversary!